I’m an alien.

Others look at me with a strange expression. I can’t understand them. They can’t understand me.

I have a name though, it’s Jonghyun.  I was born in a normal family, yet I’m an alien. I questioned my mom, but she just saw it as a joke.

“You are definitely not an alien, Jonghyun.” She says.

But still, no matter how I look at it, I’m an alien. Other people think so too. So they avoid me.

I’d ask questions, but they won’t respond, but if they do, it’s like they’re questioning my intelligence. It’s frustrating.

There are times when I like being an alien but most of the time, I don't. I don't like being an alien.

"Look at the mirror." my sister says.

And when I do, I still see an alien. A head, body, two eyes and ears and arms and legs. A nose, a mouth. But still I'm an alien.

AN: I won't be posting as often as before, since I actually have something I have to do... which to be honest became such a hateful thing for me. I hate it.

Also, sorry for the extremely short chapter, I'll try writting longer chapters in the future. This chapter isn't edited by the way. so sorry if it doesn't make any sense at all.